The punishment of Damion MacSteele

The lights in the arena turn to blue and red. A horrific rendition of Damions theme echoes around the arena all twisted and corrupt.
A portal opens. Rae emerges first, followed by Damion, shambling behind her. His head darts left and right, panic in his eyes. The crowd are booing hysterically.
Damion (shouting) – ‘An you lot can bloody well go to hell too! Ye bunch oh bloody sheep! Yer nothin’. Ye hear me?! NOTHIN’!!
Rae enters the ring. Damion follows.
Rae – Stand in the corner my little puppet.
Damion – Away to hell wi’ ye devil woman!!
But his body obeys her. Damion backs into a corner.
Rae turns to the crowd and lifts her hands up for silence.
Rae – He tried to run away from you!
The crowd respond with boos, their hatred for MacSteele growing with her every poisonous word.
Rae – He tried to deny you your entertainment!! But I caught him!
Cheers and screams of delight now as Rae changes in front of their very eyes. More horrific beauty in pale skin, red eyes and claws.
Damion lets out a tirade of curses, some aimed at Rae, some at the crowd.
Rae – That’s some mouth you’ve got there. You’d do well to keep it shut!
Damion – An’ you’d do well to let me go ye bloody harpy!!
Rae waves a hand at Damion. A tiny hole appears in the corner of Damion’s mouth. A length of twine follows. Rae’s hands move in an intricate pattern. The thread weaves it’s way through Damion’s lips, top, bottom, top, bottom. Damion starts to panic, he shouts and screams as the thread reaches the other side of his mouth and tightens up. Blood pours from the wounds as he struggles to keep his mouth open.
Rae – There, much better.
Damion – MMMPHH, FFFMMMPPHM, HHRRRRMPH!!!
Damion’s eyes are wide with panic.
Rae – You had a choice. You chose to run. I told you that if you were caught there would be hell to pay. It was a test you damned fool. A test of your loyalty and commitment to what we are trying to achieve here. You failed the test MacSteele. Quite remarkably. And now, your hell truly begins.
Damion feels the last of his muscles still under his control relax. His neck, his face, his mouth. His eyes stop moving.
Rae – There, totally under my control now.
She walks over to his corner. Brushes her hands against his face and down his chest and torso.
Rae – You can still see, you can still hear, you can still taste and feel. You can still think. You’re locked inside a prison and that prison is your very own body. Which I now have complete control over.

From here on Lil has complete control over me through this bloody deceitful demon wench called Rae.

Sorry I can't hang around to format it better, but I'm already late for my flight.